CHAPTER 6: DISCOVERY
I was lounging on my balcony when my phone dinged signaling an alert. I reached blindly to the side, a little table containing my paperback, an empty wine glass, sunscreen, and my phone. I fumbled for the phone, content to be sprawled under the hot sun. When I held the phone up in front of me, before I woke the dark screen to life, I smiled at the image reflected on the dark surface. It has been weeks since that night with Harold and his friends and more weeks since the week of exploration at the resort island. Now, I lay brazenly naked on my small balcony. Being on the top floor held some advantage along with the walls separating the balconies for some modicum of privacy but I knew I frequently exposed myself to those below in the commons area and other apartments around the quad. I enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my bare body and I was intent of minimizing tan lines even though I didn't have the benefit of a nude beach. Mostly, though, I really enjoyed being exposed. It was a wonderfully erotic feeling.
I punched in my password as I squeezed my thighs together with a big smile. At the moment, I had a vibrating egg gently buzzing inside my cunt. Oh, yeah, these weeks have generated some other transitions, too. Harold. For an older guy, he's had a lot of ideas for me. I suspect he likes the physical 'thanks' I have generously provided. In the effort of continuing to move forward, he has encouraged me to include new terms. Referring to my pussy: Cunt. My breasts: Tits. I find when I am sexual these new terms are exciting, too.
I search for the source of the alert. I find it in an app that has laid dormant, the app for the resort used for communication of events, weather, and activities. It went dormant after I checked out and received the final summary of miscellaneous billing information. I tapped the icon and the familiar resort screen popped up. A message was waiting. I tapped on it expecting to find a promotional offer. It wasn't.
'You have a message from another guest. Press this link for options.'
I followed the link to learn when I registered my email address and phone number it included an option for contact between guests, if they approved the communication. I followed the link further to find a message pending from... Adam Jacobs. Adam Jacobs? Adam? My Adam? I never got his last name. It was a literal one-night-stand and, I thought, no chance of seeing him again. I clicked on the message.
'Teresa... I loved the way you pronounced it... ter-RAY-sah... with a bit of Latin accent... obviously, you left an impression on me. I am hoping your impression of me was also positive or I am going to appear quite the fool here. But I don't think I will be. I think that night was special for you, too. So, here's the deal... I want to see you, again. More, though, I've described you to my friends and they agree you'd be perfect for us. It's outrageous but I had the feeling you might be looking for outrageous. If you see this and you are curious, respond. Otherwise, I hope your life is good. Adam.'
Oh my, God... good impression? I'll say I have a good impression. That single night was amazing. And his cock... how I wished there had been more time. Now he's suggesting just that? What's this about his friends? He said I'd be 'perfect for us'; what's that about?
I pressed reply and a text field opened below his message. It was all within the resort app, not a direct email communication. For security purposes, I supposed.
'Adam, thanks for the message and thinking of me. That night was... wow, special for me. You were amazing and I have wished we could have spent more time together. YES... yes, I am curious what you have in mind. I am including an email address; it might be more direct communication for us. Excited, Teresa.'
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I can't really believe I am doing this. It started with simple messages through an app, then into emails to phone calls. Now, I am riding the escalator from the arrival gates to the baggage claim level. I am wearing black leggings, black high heels, a tight black t-shirt with 'IMAGINE' printed across my breasts, and large dark sunglasses. Behind me on the next tread is my carry-on case. I scanned the people below as soon as I began descending the escalator and I am again as more of the open space below comes into view. I feel the flush wash over me... anticipation, wonder at what I am doing, excitement of what is to come.
I see him standing calmly away from the crowd near the window. He puts up his hand and I wave back to him. I push through the crowd that seems to part before me. When he again comes into my line-of-sight, I quicken my pace to a jog with the case rolling behind me until I all but crash into him as I release the roller and wrap my arms around him.
I kissed him deeply, then, "Oh, Adam... I can't believe I'm holding you, again."
He sighed, "You wouldn't believe how much I've thought about you. I cursed myself for the bad timing of having to leave right after meeting you." He kissed me again while people flowed around us trying not to stare but wanting to peek at our display of urgency. "Are you sure about this? We can still call it off..."